A tempest of water,thrashing at my faceA trickling stream,enjoying lazy daysA vast ocean,Dancing in the breezeA silent pondEncased by reedsA night-time’s stormLashing on the window paneA little girlDancing in the rain
This poem was sent to us by one of our talented young readers, 14 year old Rebekah.
Sadness is a storm.
A clap of thunder,
As you howl and wail,
Yet through it all,
You still prevail.
The heart of the tempest.
Ominous clouds loom,
Light still gets through.
It gives you a glimpse,
Of hope pure and true
All’s well once more,
With the subsiding of the storm.
I’m Amber and I’m 14 years old. I love reading, writing, drawing and basically anything creative! When I’m older I want to be a freelance journalist – I think that would be quite fun! I like reading YA and my favourite authors are Suzanne Collins, J.K Rowling, Luisa Plaja and Cathy Cassidy.
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